they get really comfortable #collegelife #professor #university #tenure #teaching #lecture

[buzzybunny]

bro the stfu came FROM THE SOUL…HES BEEN HOLDING THAT SHIT IN

[virlinehonore]

I couldn’t see Ryan’s face when Hyde screamed at him to shut tf up, but was he laughing 😂😂

[melodycurzon]

"I have tenure dollface so I can't do whatever I want" got me rolling 😂😂

"So that's five nuclear warhead you want to buy KIM JONG UN"💀😭

[saiyajinbeard]

Somehow Ryan being told to “shut the fuck up!!” Is becoming a running gag and it works on me every time 😂

[Mushroomlover]

I love how he’s just like
“Hey you can’t cu-“
“Shut the F up” 🤣 💀

[PearlPayne-xk]

i love sm how no 1 can hold in their laughs when hyde yells SHUT THE F UP

[LexiSchaffer]

The way he is so chill when he says “history will remember me as a demon”
😂😂😂

[veronica-is-here]

The way you can see Ryan's laughing eyes (from the side) when Hyde screams at him

Also HYDE MY MAN YOU ARE SMOKING IT UP IN THAT SUIT 🔥

[LonelyinChicago]

‘Shut the fuck up’ Dumbeldore said calmly

[acemyname]

ryan breaking character when hyde screamed at him 😭

[CadetPrivateRawr]

I appreciate that there is a clear understanding of where the power of tenure ends and a complete disregard for it.

[calilewis]

Hyde yelling in Ryan's face while he suppresses laughter is true art 😂

[MoleRat-tsxb]

Ngl Hyde slayed the outfit in the last scene. Really sold the arms dealer vibe

[daxdaniel]

The passion in the STFU then back to the calm order was GREAT! 😂😂

[Isabelly_]

That “SHUT THE F*CK UP” had so much power

[fah_bee]

"Thats 10 Nuclear Warheads? Mr Kim Jong Un?"

man im dead 💀💀💀

[Kylie-usqb]

Wow grace really commited to this skit

[Nx_ovxA]

He put his heart and soul into that “Shut the f-ck up” 😭

[mr.l]

I had a professor in music who abused their tenure. I was excited to go to Western University in my home country, Canada, and learn to professionally play the clarinet. The first lesson went as anyone would expect. My teacher heard me play, and... Well, they usually give feedback, but I didn't think anything of it.

A few lessons in, and they immediately became hostile and antagonistic. As it turns out from all the other clarinetists, that's how she normally was. They all had horror stories from her.

Of course, I didn't know this going into the university, but I thought, "as long as I smile and bear it, I'll be fine".

Lessons went as so: I would walk in, homework (songs and scales) practiced like crazy, and completed to the best of my ability. What I was expecting from a professor at a university with a reputation such as Western's? I was expecting to play it for her, get feedback on my strengths and weaknesses, and get tips and exercises to improve.

That is NOT what I got. Instead, I would walk in the door, set up, and INSTEAD of playing what I was told to practice, she would just go on and rant about random things. One time, I remember, I was doing good in, and enjoying, theory. Lovely professor, amazing person, great teacher too. She heard that my grades were STUNNINGLY GOOD. She took offense apparently, and made the lesson about, "why don't you try this hard in MY LESSONS?"... Meanwhile, I still wouldn't have permission to play anything I had practiced for hours that week.

My lessons only got worse.

She would insist on getting into my personal life, or she would "give [me] a zero like [I] deserve", and she would spend the hour lesson insulting me. Her favourites were, "Just quit. You're never gonna make it anywhere. Just save everyone the bother", "you're a waste of my time", "I don't know how I'm supposed to teach YOU *eyeroll*", "you're useless". There were many more.

All I would do in my hour long 1 on 1 lessons was: smile, hold back tears, agree with EVERYTHING she would say, and say "I'm sorry, I'll do better".

She would always follow that up with just the worst of comments.

I thankfully would talk about this behaviour with everyone I knew because I just needed to vent. This was useful in the future.

Anyway, fast forward to Christmas. It's Christmas break, and the first day I get home, I decide to meet up with a friend who I haven't seen in a while. We meet up at McDonald's, and get JUMPED. It was certainly an interesting experience. You don't really process it, or feel the fists and feet flying at you until hours after it's done. Anyways, I have a rare condition called HHT (Hereditary Hemorrhagic Telangiectasia) which basically, short explanation, can make me die from internal bleeding from too much pressure, such as getting punched and kicked and thrown to the ground. I had to go to the hospital, and once I was let free, my family and I wanted to visit my Grandmother who was.... Well, we didn't know how long we would have her (she's still here thankfully ☺️). So after going to Québec, visiting her, we came back, and I practiced as much as I possibly could.

First lesson back, my teacher wants to know how my break was. I told her that unfortunately I was physically unable to practice the first few days, but I practiced as much as I could. That's all I wanted to share. Of course, she started yelling at me, demanding to know what I did that could possibly warrant that. I gave up and relented, still in shock from being jumped for the first time in my life. Here was her response to all of that: "So your arms weren't broken? And you could still breathe? Then you SHOULD HAVE BEEN PRACTICING ALL WEEK!" Followed by the usual "you're useless", and other such comments.

This unprofessional behavior continued for months, but eventually one day, I asked her, "are we ever going to actually look at what I've practiced?". She LOST it.

Soon after, I had a concert (she wouldn't tell anyone when they were, UNTIL, I KID YOU NOT, HALF AN HOUR BEFORE IT WAS TO HAPPEN. But yeah, after sprinting across campus in fancy clothes, putting on a performance with an audience of her, and someone's singular parent, she asked everyone to do a funny picture.

I saw, to my right, some people holding their clarinets as swords in a battling position. I thought it was clever, so I held mine like a hunter, ready to shoot a bird in the sky. A week later, reading week was coming up. My teacher cancels my lesson, saying "I have an important meeting with the Dean of Music I can't miss. Enjoy your week". I was SHOCKED by the sudden nice words, but I was happy.

Right before reading week, in my dorm, I get a knock. I thought it was an officer who had previously come to check on my mental health, as it was THAT apparent that I was doing really bad mentally. Unfortunately, it was not. Someone else who told me that I was kicked off of Western's property for being seen as a threat to a teacher. I was in shock, but I had to move out immediately. They gave me 45 minutes, and whatever I didn't have it off my room, it would be the property of Western. And, it was a non disclosure agreement thing or something. So I got EVERYTHING out of that room. Computer, gaming stuff, all my instruments, etc.

And then, I was notified that I had 1 day to request an investigation or something, to not be kicked out of university, and to not have something like, "abused a teacher" on my permanent record. Conveniently, they made it the one day that the investigator wasn't working. The weekend.

THANKFULLY, through panicked e-mails, I eventually got a response. My reading week was just taking all the evidence I was going to use against that teacher anyways, and telling my side of the story about all of this.

The evidence against me to prove that I was "abusing my teacher" or whatever it was: that funny group photo where I was aiming my clarinet at the ceiling. Yep. But I had LOTS of people to back me up, CRAP LOADS of nasty e-mails from that professor, and just OVERWHELMING evidence in general.

I was told investigations could last from half a year, to a full year... Mine lasted less than a week.

I got apologies from the Dean of Music, and let back into Western to finish my degree. Unfortunately, I was able to "continue lessons with"... My professor. I IMMEDIATELY REACHED OUT to the Dean in order to do something about that. Unfortunately she was the only clarinet professor at Western that year, (not sure if she still is the ONLY one), but either way, I changed from a Bachelor of Music, to Bachelor of Arts, Majoring in Music. Same thing, just without those horrible 1 on 1s. And thanks to the investigation, it was discovered that she was doing MANY things that she legally couldn't do to students.

I wish I could say she were fired... But no. She still goes to Western, torments other students, and gets away with it. Why? Because she's tenured. All she got was a little slap on the wrist for literally verbally and mentally abusing all of her students, almost ruining my life (like actually), and leaving me with crippling diagnosed PTSD. Anytime I cross her, I get a severe panic attack.

That's the end. I still go there, and so does she. Thanks for listening.